Anna enjoyed watching sports with Kristoff. He was often invited by work friends to watch big games, but he always declined; he'd rather watch with Anna. It was Super Bowl Sunday, one of Kristoff's favorite games to watch. Anna could say just about anything, do anything, run around the house completely nude, and his attention would remain glued to the game.
At any rate, she always behaved. He sacrificed "guy time" to cuddle with her on the couch for the game, so she would be extra quiet, keeping her chatty tendencies to a minimum, and it always ended up being a lovely night.
They were lying on the couch, Kristoff behind Anna, his arms wrapped around her, his top hand resting on her very pregnant belly. It was his favorite way to lie; a protective hold on both of his girls. Anna would snuggle his other arm, under her shoulders, and draw lazy doodles on the palm of his hand.
They were in the final minute of the game, score tied, and Kristoff's eyes were wide as saucers, muscles tense. She isn't sure how, but it happened at the same time. The last play began as the baby kicked. She felt his hand press against her belly.
"Anna… Did you feel that?!"
"Kris, you're missing–"
"Shh!"
He moved them around so that now she was on her back, and he was lying on her lower half, his ear and hand now resting on her belly.
"I'm sure she'll do it again, but you're missing the last play!" She knew how important it was to him.
He lifted his head to look at his wife, misty-eyed. "There will always be other games, Anna. Krista will kick for the first time only once…" He lifted her shirt and pressed a kiss to her belly while she looked on, a tear sliding down her cheek.
"I love you, Kris…" she whispered.
He grinned at her and moved back over her. "I can't kiss one of my girls without kissing the other." He leaned down, brushing his fingers over her cheek and into her hair as he pressed a sensual, yet sweet kiss on her lips. "And just for the record, I love you more."